GOOD-BYE my Fancy!

GOOD-BYE my Fancy!

Farewell dear mate, dear love!

I'm going away, I know not where

Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again

So Good-bye my Fancy.

Now for my last—let me look back a moment;

The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me

Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.